I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.

I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.

He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.

But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.

Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.

I'm a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.

There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.